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Here's two examples of why I'm not going to terribly miss the restaurant biz when I finally leave. 1) The other day we had a lady place a take out order during the middle of the lunch rush. Mind you, when her ticket came in, there were 12-15 tickets ahead of hers (and the place I work only has 2 cooks during the week). At ten minutes, she has one of the hostesses ask how much longer her food is going to be. I said it was going to be a few or so more minutes. Like four minutes later, one of the waitresses comes back and says the lady is nearly in tears wondering where her food is, what should I tell her? I said, tell her to grow the **** up. I mean, 15 minutes, while not ideal, is not a very long time to wait for your food. 2) On Saturday during the middle of the lunch rush, a waitress comes up to the pass with a zip-lock bag with a couple of slices of bread in it and asks if we could toast it for a customer. I said that it was too busy for me to make sure there was no cross contamination (I assume it's someone with a food allergy). The waitress goes to the table to tell the customer that, comes back and says that the lady doesn't have a food allergy; she just wants her own bread. ****ing really? What kind of self important **** brings in their own ****ing bread to a restaurant for them to toast? A little later the waitress comes back and asks for some extra salsa for the table. I told her that they could get some at the same store that they brought their bread at (I, of course, gave them their salsa).